We were coming to an intersection, turning right, chuffing to a stop.

We were off the road, gleaming barbed wire pulling taut.

We were in a field, in a tight, screeching turn.

We were slowing.

We enjoyed a paradoxical freedom when we were still too young for school.

We were not, however, entirely unacquainted with the varying aspects of the street.

We were forbidden to swing on the gates, lest they sag on their hinges in a poor-white-trash way, but we could stand on them, when they were latched, rest our chins on the top, and stare and stare, committing to memory, quite unintentionally, all the details that lay before our eyes.

We can also argue that the three brothers Karamazov and Smerdyakov were the external representatives of an internal conflict within one man, Dostoevsky, a conflict having to do with father-murder and the wish to possess the father's woman.

`` We were possessed by visions of a new civilization to come, very pure and elevated '', he has said, `` in fact some ideal form of socialism such as we had dreamed of since the war of 1914-1918 ''.

We were given a job and we carried it out, and later, his case was taken up by the Disciplinary Committee.

`` We were requested by the Secretary General, as I understand it, to discuss with you such matters as appear to us to be relevant, and we are not of course either a formal group or a committee in the sense of being guided by any rules or regulations of the Secretariat.

We were struck by the notable absence of banana skins and beer cans, but just so that we wouldn't go overboard on Greek refinement, perfection was side-stepped by a couple of braying portable radios.

We were almost the same age, she was fifteen, I was twelve, and where I felt there was a life to look forward to Lilly felt she had had as much of it as was necessary.

We may say of some unfortunates that they were never young.

We were at a party once and heard an idealistic young European call that awful charge glorious.

`` We have just returned from Roswell, N.M., where we were defeated, 34 to 9 '', the young man noted.

We were less than a quarter of a mile from the road, and we could trace its shape from the ribbon of powder smoke and dust that hung over it.

`` We were on our vacation in Canada '', Howard explained, in a muffled voice that must have been used to booming, `` and the news didn't catch up with us till we were nearly home.

We blushed and were flustered, and it turned out to be the fleetest brush of lips upon cheek.

We would have the means to seek out and destroy the enemy's force -- whether it were fixed or mobile.

We were in business!!

We were camping a few weeks ago on Cape Hatteras Campground in that land of pirates, seagulls and bluefish on North Carolina's famed Outer Banks.

We want him back there or we want him dead ''.

There is, of course, nothing new about dystopias, for they belong to a literary tradition which, including also the closely related satiric utopias, stretches from at least as far back as the eighteenth century and Swift's Gulliver's Travels to the twentieth century and Zamiatin's We, Capek's War With The Newts, Huxley's Brave New World, E. M. Forster's `` The Machine Stops '', C. S. Lewis's That Hideous Strength, and Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four, and which in science fiction is represented before the present deluge as early as Wells's trilogy, The Time Machine, `` A Story Of The Days To Come '', and When The Sleeper Wakes, and as recently as Jack Williamson's `` With Folded Hands '' ( 1947 ), the classic story of men replaced by their own robots.

We can force Britain and France out of the Suez, but we cannot so much as try to force the Russian tanks back from Budapest.

We hoped that its practitioners and teachers might be put on some sort of reserve list and called back for refresher courses each year or so.

We bring back all dead and wounded ''.

We ran east for about half a mile before we turned back to the road, panting from the effort and soaked with sweat.

`` We have checked her in different parts of Europe and Egypt and finally back into this country.

We keep getting the same ones back again and again.

We were paid off Tuesday morning and given tickets back to New York.

We walked up Main Street to this big white house, then around to the back.

We made it back to the Harbor in less than four minutes.

`` We are back with the ' Met ' again now that the ' Met ' is back in Chicago '', bulletins Mrs. Frank S. Sims, president of the women's board of the University of Chicago Cancer Research Foundation.

`` We will both go back, Laban ''!!

We sat back comfortably on the bed with our last cups of coffee.

Why, man, that's the same kind of music we've been playin ' since 1928 !... We didn't call it rock and roll back when we introduced it as our style back in 1928, and we don't call it rock and roll the way we play it now.

He later contributed artwork for the covers of In God We Trust, Inc., Plastic Surgery Disasters, Frankenchrist, Bedtime for Democracy, Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death, the back cover of the " Kill the Poor " single and the Alternative Tentacles logo.

We need a " mark " to define where we are and which direction we are heading to see if we ever get back to exactly the same pixel.

Idle stated: " We would only do a reunion if Chapman came back from the dead.

We cannot go back, but neither do we want to go back.

We wanted the fun and liveliness back.

We need to know the sparks within ourselves to get back to God who is in the Fullness or Pleroma.